I meditate on the squeeze of your embrace

I meditate on the squeeze of your embrace

No mantra, meditation, murmuring entailed

I see that first perfect picture of your face.

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The world unwhirled, lungs hovering in space

Trying to store your fragrance as inhaled

I meditate on the squeeze of your embrace

.

You were from a different kind of place

And though in going there my courage failed -

I see that first perfect picture of your face

.

You acted awkward, I saw only grace

I knew you felt the night, sweetly derailed

I meditate on the squeeze of your embrace

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I don't know if you meant to leave a trace

On the heart whose longing you unveiled

I see that first perfect picture of your face

.

I promise you that heart has kept your place

That magic in my senses has prevailed;

I see that first perfect picture of your face

I meditate on the squeeze of your embrace